After breaking out of his makeshift cell, Katani broods at the bar. He realizes that Starkiller is far gone by now. When one of the Noghri questions whether he should follow Deac's party, Chass simply replies to the negative. Though the Noghri could catch them, he doubted they'd be able to take the whole lot of them. He'd underestimated someone's ablilities again. But now he swore that this would be the last time.
Chass: Team one; we're going to the ship. He takes out a comlink Rakkhran, prep for take off. He says, obviously talking to the ship
Somewhere in deep space, the entire protective fleet of Kuat, along with over three-quarters of it's civilians, all safe in their military transports, wait for the return of their leader, Katani Chass. They have abandoned Kuat not out of fear or cowardice, but because they simply didn't want to be there when the shooting started. You see, they had an ace up their sleeves.
Cracken's military fleet entered the Kuat system in a standard formation; a few lighter capital ships out front, with the main bulk safely behind. They are surprised though, when they find the planet to be all but deserted. In fact, the only thing giving life-form readings was a small, cyndrillical ship in the center of the ship yards, pointing in their direction.
The Last Chance was crewed by a few brave volunteers off of Kuat, no one had been forced to stay. Even though every Kuati from top of the ladder to bottom of the hierarchy thought this would work, the technology was still experimental. The fleet had arrived though, and systems were primed. There was no turning back now.
It started out small. What seemed to be a spark, even under distance magnification of the highest magnitude grew into a full-fleged cone of blazing white fire in a few seconds.
The Carrack-class Cruiser Spearhead was the first ship into a system when it accompanied the main Imperial task force. Though a dangerous position, the crew took pride in their position, and as a result had become a crack scout unit, able to pinpoint gaps and weakpoints in enemy defenses in seconds. This time had been no different. Well, except for the fact that the enemy seemed to have no defenses, save for that single ship left in the middle of the ship yards. The crew looked on curiously as the cone of fire grew toward them, and finally began to engulf their ship.
A wave of fire, looking for the world like some star gone nova in only one direction washed over the Spearhead, washing over all it's surfaces, covering every nook and cranny. Then, it was passed. And nothing seemed to have happened. The ship didn't even have any burn marks on it. It appeared the Last Chance had failed.
(Aboard the Last Chance )
The captain looks fervently around, checking his status monitors, even though he knows the radiation from the blast won't make anything remotely reliable for another fifteen seconds or so. Just then, a lieutenant called him over, to look a screen he'd just hacked to display images from the security cameras of the Spearhead. The Captain couldn't believe his eyes. Each camera switched views every ten or so seconds, which was good because that's all one could stand to look at any one of these images. Inside every room of the Spearhead, pasted to every floor, was at least one body. Their skin had been charred, their eyes, ears and hair burnt to a crisp, and on each, some part of their skin had split, to let spill out the roasting organs inside.
Katani Chass exited hyperspace about ten kilometers from the Kuati fleet moving at a signifcant fraction of the speed of light. He immediately recieved a hailing from the command ship Spirit of Kuat.
"Sir, this is Major Lee Taurin. We've just recieved word from the Last Chance. They say 'Mission accomplished.'
"Space is big... really big. I mean, you wouldn't believe how vastly, hugely, incomprehensibly big it is. You may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist, but that's just peanuts to space." The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy